You were wandering around the woods, bored out of your mind. Camp was too boring for you. You couldn’t find a home there. It was hard.

So, you were in the words. Either trying to find something interesting to do, find something interesting, or just… to do anything other than hang around doing the same old boring things at camp.

But, that’s when you suddenly came across a cave. And, inside, you saw the Oracle.

You easily recognized her. I mean, she was the only mortal at camp. And, again? THE ORACLE!!! Everybody knows her!

You didn’t know what to do. Ignore the cave? Knock on the.. rock? The ground? What were you supposed to do?

Lucky for you (maybe), Rachel noticed you. She was covered in paint. And it was in her hair. That was gonna be pretty hard to get out.

She stared at you for a good few seconds, then set the palette and paint brush down, walking over to you with a raised eyebrow and her arms crossed.

Rachel: “Hey. How’d you get here? Do you need something, or are you just…”

She trailed off, contemplating whether or not she should say what she was thinking about saying.